sing this spanish lullaby,
a rock in a foreign home.
space the doubt between us,
broken roads we roam alone.
watch the past remain as we
roll through the lonely fight.
the air is a clean fortress
tonight. it almost loves you.
and when we all need a little touch,
we call out to our clearing
mothers, who kneel beside the bed
we used to make. sing for their sake.
cry for our peace and their knowing.
we can't be only god growing.
hold your wings now
when they have far to fall.
god growing inside you
and inside us all.
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